I still miss you. I do. But it's not the same as before where I long for your touch, for your warm embrace that comforts my weary soul.
I miss the way we were, long before all these things happened. Sometimes, I still wonder. What could have happened to us if things did not get out of hand? Would we still be okay? Or will we still end up like where we are now?
I don't know. I honestly don't. All these thoughts are plainly my assumptions or might as well say, wishful thinking.
I still long for you. So much of you. But, I will stop from here on. I will no longer think of you. I will no longer wish for you to show up and save me whenever I'm in trouble. I won't. I might as well say this is goodbye. Not to our relationship, but to the old us.
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ladyofstarlightbloom | shey dee
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Pieces of You (Poetry and Prose)
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